have Maxine quickly assemble a device that controls how fertile someone is in order to prevent unplanned children then return to the apartment to have a threesome with your servants
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You explain your concerns to Maxine as she finishes packing equipment.
"A fertility control device? Of course, darling," Maxine purrs, her scientific mind already racing. "We certainly wouldn't want any unexpected little ones with your new... enhancements." She gives your crotch an appreciative glance.
Maxine moves with surprising efficiency, her tight skirt hugging her curves as she gathers components from various cabinets. "This won't take long. The principles are quite simple—targeted hormonal manipulation combined with nanoscale barriers."
You watch as she assembles the device with nimble fingers, occasionally pausing to push her glasses up her nose or tuck a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. The contrast between her bombshell appearance and brilliant scientific mind is mesmerizing.
"Here we are," she announces after twenty minutes, holding up what looks like an elegant bracelet with a small digital display. "This will monitor fertility levels in anyone within three feet of the wearer. Just press this button—" she demonstrates with a manicured finger, "—and it emits a field that temporarily suppresses ovulation or sperm production."
She slips it onto your wrist, her fingers lingering on your skin. "It can be set to different levels. Maximum suppression means no possibility of conception. Or you could adjust it to allow for pregnancy when desired."
With the fertility control bracelet secured and the essential lab equipment packed, you return to your apartment where Melissa awaits. She's transformed your modest living room into a makeshift office, with printouts of property listings arranged in neat stacks.
"Welcome back," she says professionally, rising from her seat. Her eyes widen slightly at the noticeable bulge in your pants, but she maintains her composure. "I've compiled the housing options as requested."
Maxine sets down her equipment cases and immediately sidles up to you, pressing her soft curves against your side. "Business can wait, can't it, darling? I've been thinking about testing your new equipment since we left the lab." She runs her hand boldly over the front of your pants.
Melissa watches with growing interest. Her professional demeanor slips as she unconsciously licks her lips. "Perhaps I should... document the functionality test? For scientific purposes, of course."
"An excellent suggestion," Maxine purrs, already unbuttoning her blouse to reveal her generous cleavage. "Come join us, Melissa. Our mistress has enough to satisfy us both."
You activate the fertility control bracelet with a press of your finger, and the small display glows green, confirming that all reproductive capabilities in the room are safely suppressed. With your enhanced body and two eager servants awaiting your pleasure, you decide it's time to properly establish your dominance in this new household.